Expect the Unexpected!!!!!

Here I am, coasting along, patting myself on the back for 21 days NC. I get a text message this morning from St. Narc. The text message was "Thinking of you and hope you're doing well. Attached was a picture of him, in full Navy uniform, holding a homemade sign that says "I Love You, La Luna."
Last Sunday, it was an e-mail about how he had come to the realization how selfish he had been, I was right about what I had said, and how desperate he is for me to trust him, and how happy and proud he is that I am "seeking help," and that he is doing the same. BS. We all know what this is about.
I want to forget this dude ever existed and was ever a part of my life. I know I'm trying to repress the memories and emotions. I'm working almost 80 hours a week to avoid the pain, fear and anger. I know that's not healthy, but I'm not ready to tap into all that emotion yet.
This most recent display is really just revolting to me. It's not cute, it's not sweet, it's not romantic, it's simply revolting. I want no parts of this sick game. Just leave me the HELL alone!